| Re: Leg muscle/heart rate question? Maggie wrote:
> frank-in-toronto wrote:
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>>On 15 Jan 2005 05:54:47 -0800, "Maggie" <lbuset@allsecretarial.com>
>>wrote:
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>>>frank-in-toronto wrote:
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>>>>On 14 Jan 2005 11:02:25 -0800, "Maggie"
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> <lbuset@allsecretarial.com>
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>>>>wrote:
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>>>><snip a lot of good advice>
>>>>ummm. maggie, take this the right way. please. i want to
>>>>read what you write. but these old eyes aren't so good.
>>>>could you break your responses into paragraphs?
>>>>that's all. thanks.
>>>>...thehick
>>>
>>>If you met me in person you would know that I write the way I speak.
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> I
>
>>>go on and on and on and on and on....and eventually when I realize I
>>>did not breathe for a long time I stop and take a breath. I am the
>>>proverbial chatterbox. I never stop talking. I guess that is very
>>>evident in the way I write. I will do the paragraph thang... Do
>
> you
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>>>want indentation or double spacing? ;-)
>>
>>not required. thanks for offering tho. and don't ask me to
>>capitalize.
>>...thehick
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>
>
> You want paragraphs from a rambler and I can't ask you to capitalize.
> OK...fair enough. Life is short. Screw the capitals. I try not to sweat
> the small stuff. Half the time I don't sweat the big stuff. I am too
> old to do battle with windmills.....I save my evil side for the things
> that matter. ;-) Wanna read a great story... Read on if your so
> inclined. Remember I work in this field....this could happen to
> anyone's child.
>
> Here's a heartwarming story about the bond formed between a little girl
>
> and some construction workers. This will make you believe that we can
> make a difference when we give a child the gift of our time.
>
> A young family moved into a house next door to a vacant lot. One day, a
>
> construction crew came in and began building a house on the empty lot.
> The family's 5-year-old daughter became interested in all the activity
> going on next door and spent much of each day observing the workers.
> Eventually, the construction crew, all of them gems-in-the-rough, more
> or less adopted her as a project mascot.
>
> They chatted with her, let her sit with them while they took coffee and
>
> lunch breaks, and gave her little jobs todo here and there to make her
> feel important.
>
> At the end of the first week, the men presented her with a pay envelope
>
> which contained $2.00. The little girl took this home to her mother,
> who
> said all the appropriate words of admiration, and suggested that they
> take the money she received to the bank to start a savings account.
>
> When they talked to the bank teller, she was equally impressed and
> asked
> the little girl how she had earned her very own pay check at such a
> young age. The child proudly replied, "I worked last week with the crew
>
> building the house next door to us." My goodness gracious, "said the
> teller, "and will you be working on the house again this week, too?"
> The
> little girl replied, "I will if those *******s at HomeDepot ever
> deliver
> the ****in' sheet rock."
> Kinda brings a tear to the eye...doesn't it?
>
ROTFLOL!
Good one Maggie.
I kind of bonded with some of my little girl groupies that tagged along
with me and my granddaughter on Friday. We all had bikes and I was as
usual the pack mule with the back pack and drink holders on the bike.
One of them mentioned that we should ride by the flea market, which is
only open on Sundays and I gave in. They wanted to see what had been
discarded that had not been sold, and there was usually a dumpster there
with all kinds of 'stuff' in and around it. I didn't have anything
better planned so I said "Sure, why not?" and we pedaled over there.
No dumpster.
Now think 4 girls from 9 to 11 not getting to do what they wanted,
usually a disaster, but one came up with dirt riding since there were
some hills just right for their size. Little 2 foot hills of sand and
pea gravel. Two little hills later and the lead rider yells "Hey, you
guys gotta see this.", so we all go over there to check it out.
Big pile of clothes, clean, almost new, like somebody just set them
there to be discovered. Between me and all the girls being slightly
different sizes there was something for all to wear for our outdoor slip
and slides in the winter goo that is a California winter. We came back
with my back pack full of clothes, and everyone was wearing an extra
shirt or jacket plus carrying stuff.
When we got back we got some strange looks and all parents immediately
dumped our booty into the washing machine on extra hot to get the
'Cooties' off.
We didn't ride much, but the kids acted as if we had hit a gold mine, so
it was worth it in that respect. 4 little faces all lit up instead of
that usual bored look, all because we were in the right spot at the
right time.
I just know somebody is going to say why not just go to the store and
buy them all clothes, but it is the post-Christmas broke season, and
they had more fun finding a treasure than they ever would have in the
store with mom and dad watching.
Made my day. I have been dubbed the best grandfather, a nice title.
Bill Baka |